It would suffice for the illustrations of Stina Persson to seize my attention with the same cool, bar-coded glove any i-Ad or 15-second Coke spot would (after all, the colossal cola company is one in a long list of her notable clients). The female figures found in her sketches, stencils, and paintings (often all on the same canvas) exude the prototypical mixture of alluring despair and exuberance fatale that would quench any sucker with a superficial thirst for the Classic type.